C417 The Genuine Energy Was Scattered

"Fall back, now!"

Zhao Yu didn't have time for a second thought and barked the command.

In a flash, he became a blur, retreating over thirty feet in an instant, taking cover behind the metal ballista.

Zhang Sanshui and his fellow Innate Martial Cultivators, with their swift reflexes, heeded Zhao Yu's warning and quickly followed suit.

The next moment.

Whoosh! A steel spear